The one eye ran from the man to the woman in embarrassment at the threatening silence. Kate walked with him to the door.
“You will return at seven o’clock,” she said, in even tones.
“If you command it,” he coolly answered.
“I do. We will have our parting this afternoon. He can remove to his old quarters at the hotel. I will receive you alone, and we will arrange for the divorce and our marriage.”
“Promptly at seven,” he said, crushing her hand in his parting grasp.
Gordon ate his dinner in obstinate quiet, now and then looking at his wife’s dazzling beauty with fevered yearning in his eyes.
When she rose from the table he said:
“I wish to speak with you in the library, my dear.”
“Very well, I’ll be down directly,” she carelessly replied.
He paced the floor for half an hour, and rang for the maid.